A/n: Alright, I managed to get another chapter out and the next started. So without further ado, here is chapter 29.

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Chapter 29

The hunter had been pleasantly surprised by the lack of having to move on from motel to motel. They moved a few times sure, but not as many as he had thought they would. Their current place they had been for awhile, and thanks to his handy skills as well as his and Dean's way around a car, they had started to earn their keep. They were granted discounted nights thanks to saving the owner a handful of money and frustration when his car refused to start. He and the boys and the prophet were actually doing well. Not that they had made much headway with the prophet and Dean's patience with him had more than worn off. Sam had taken to going on more walks more frequently and although the hunter was nervous by it, though not near the same level the older Winchester brother was, he always returned with not even a scratch on him and usually in good spirits.

"I got it!" Chuck yelled out, turning every head in the room.

"You got it?" Sam echoed confused.

"Yeah, I got it. I've cracked part of this code."

"And?" Dean pressed.

"It's a spell...I think."

The older brother's face fell "not this shit again."

"No no, it's different. This time I know more. I just, it sounds like a list of ingredients. It's something like tail of a newt, witch hazel, garlic, dirt from a graveyard (the fresher the better), chicken feet and...the blood of an innocent."

"The blood of a what now?" Dean asked. Chuck clicked his tongue nervously and looked at the slab again before tearing his eyes away and blinking.

"Yeah, that's what it says."

"And what do we get in return? What does this spell do exactly Chuck?"

"It deters demons."

"Haven't we come across better less murdering innocent ways of doing that?"

"Not to sound ungrateful, but is that all that has to offer? I mean that's great and all, but Dean isn't wrong. We know how to keep demons away."

"Permanently?" The prophet asked.

"Well...no...not exactly. That will keep them away permanently?"

The writer nodded his head. "That's what it says here."

"Ok well chicken feet shouldn't be a problem," the hunter chimed in. "Nor should graveyard dirt or witch hazel. Tail of a newt...I think I know a guy."

"And the blood of an innocent? Pretty sure we know where to go for that but I sure as hell ain't doing it," Dean put his hands up."I'm not that cold blooded."

"Well hold on, it just says 'blood of an innocent,' right? It didn't specify what kind?" Sam said. Chuck nodded in confirmation.

"How many 'kinds' of innocents do you think are out there Sam?" The older brother's brow furrowed.

"Look I don't like the idea anymore than the next here, but I know how we may be able to get that." Before anyone could say anything Sam turned to the hunter. "Bobby, are you able to get those other ingredients?"

"I'll make some calls."

"I think I know where to go for that last ingredient. Chuck, are you ok to stay here and keep working on that? We can call over Castiel if you'd feel safer with someone."

"No, I'll be ok. Thanks." Sam nodded.

"Ok, we'll be back as soon as we can. Call if you need anything." He looked from the prophet to the hunter before grabbing his room key and tucking it into his pocket. "Dean, come on. Make sure to lock up after we leave." With an eye roll the older Winchester followed his sibling out the door. With the boys gone Chuck settled back to work with the slab while the hunter pulled out his phone and started making calls as he promised he would. Several minutes later, Bobby was excusing himself from the motel room to go and meet up with one of his acquaintances. Though the older man hadn't been a huge distraction, the writer felt a sense of peace and relaxation with everyone out of the room. If he hadn't had to stare at the nauseating rock, it would be almost zen. He sipped away at his coffee while he jotted down words he was able to pull from the tablet.

The hunter returned first with a brown paper bag full of items that had been called for including a bowl to put them all in. As Bobby added the ingredients, Chuck chuckled slightly.

"Somethin' funny Chuck?" The hunter raised his eyebrow.

"It's just...wow. I still can't over this all being real. I mean all this. You with the bowl right now, it reminds me of when I wrote about Mary Winchester getting all the things together she asked for from you so that she could summon Yellow Eyes to save Dean's life at the hospital. Or like John Winchester when he..." The writer stopped when he noticed the look on the older man's face. Quickly, he cleared his throat and shook his head "I just thought it was all fake and it's not. It's a trip I can't get over is all." He turned his attention back to the slab in front of him. Bobby eyed him before returning to his own task at hand. Every hour that ticked by without the boys either entering the room or at least calling with an update was another knot twisted in the man's stomach. Finally there was a knock at the motel room door and Sam's voice could be heard calling out to them. Bobby got up from his spot to open up to an enthusiastic Sam and a disheartened Dean. In fact, he couldn't decide who seemed in higher spirits, the prophet who had been smiling to himself, or the proud young man carrying what looked like a shoe box.

"Thanks Bobby," he greeted as he entered.

"You look mighty sure of yerself," the older man said looking at Sam before turning to Dean "and you look like someone drop kicked your puppy."

"I'll never look at hamburgers the same way again," Dean said sadly. "Can we just do this thing so that I can wash the monster off of me?"

"Well, not to quote nothin' but I gotta ask, what's in the box?" Dean's face turned pale at the words, Sam opened up the box to display it's contents as though he were a proud cat who had succeeded from a hunt. The hunter looked at it with a furrowed brow.

"Is that..."

"A bag full of the blood of a calf," Sam answered.

"And you're stomach's churning over the blood of a cow?" He questioned Dean.

"Hey, I just eat the burgers, I don't go out there and slaughter them."

"Did you get everything else Bobby?"

"Already added and ready to go. Let's add the blood of Daisy here and see what we can get." The hunter added the blood to the mix then turned to face Chuck. "So, any incantations or anything needed for this to work?"

The writer had been lost in the tablet, still smiling to himself when the harsh "HEY" from the older brother brought him to their conversation with a startled jump.

"Huh?"

"What's the magic words to get this to work?"

"Oh," he waved a careless hand "nothing."

Everyone was silent for a moment. "You wanna run that by us again?" Dean challenged.

"Yeah I just needed you all off my back so I could concentrate without feeling like I was under an explosive microscope."

"Wait so, this isn't a spell?" Sam questioned.

"I just had to kill a baby cow for no reason?! What is this entertainment to you, Chuck? Did you just have us put on a song and dance for your amusement?!"

"I understand you're upset."

"Upset?!"

"But I've got some real good news. For real this time."

"Why should we believe you?"

"I know what this tablet is and what it's about." Sam's eyes lit up. "Guys, looks like there is a way to stop the devil from rising after all. What we've got here is an instruction manual on how to close the Gates of Hell. Permanently."

A/n: Thanks for reading this chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. I'm not sure when the next post will be so in case I don't get a chance beforehand, have a wonderful and safe holiday everyone!